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SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 12-13-2001 @ 1:13 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels) Operator, oh could you help me place this call You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded She's livin' in L.A. With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself But that's not the way it feels Operator, oh could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eye's You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels Operato,r oh let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk you Thank you for your time Oh you've been so much more than kind And you can keep the dime Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think? This message was edited by SLASH on 12-13-01 @ 11:07 AM

crx girl Newbie! vg Y's me ugo girl Limey Mothercocker	posted on 12-13-2001 @ 3:07 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	james:Operator, operator, operator, operator Operator, operator, operator, operator Operator, the lines are down, are down And I'm a traitor, traitor to a beautiful cause God made me to her own design Bad planning, too many flaws How long will it take to get used to me How long will it take to get used to me Don't wait that long Won't wait that long Don't wait that long Don't wait that long Oh yes I love you But today I could hate you, I could hurt you Because we're joined at the heart Beats faster, hits harder than a boxer When we are apart Body language is an SOS I don't understand how a fight starts Not enough to believe in love I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where we've gone wrong How long will it take to get used to me How long will it take to get used to me Don't wait that long Won't wait that long No we won't wait that long Don't wait that long Operator, the lines are down And I'm a traitor to a beautiful cause God made me to her own design Bad planning, too many flaws I've got too many flaws Too many flaws Don't wait that long Won't wait that long No we won't wait that long Don't wait that long An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come. --Victor Hugo regardless of my status, i am a nice person. no really, i am, i swear;) crack hitler belongs to me :) need me? try: crxgirl@opieanthony.com

The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard	posted on 12-13-2001 @ 3:26 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Jenny Jenny who can I turn to You give me something I can hold on to I know you'll think I'm like the others before Who saw your name and number on the wall Jenny I've got your number I need to make you mine Jenny don't change your number Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Jenny Jenny you're the girl for me You don't know me but you make me so happy I tried to call you before but I lost my nerve I tried my imagination but I was disturbed Jenny I've got your number I need to make you mine Jenny don't change your number Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine I got it (I got it) I got it I got your number on the wall I got it (I got it) I got it For a good time, for a good time call Jenny I've got your number I need to make you mine Jenny I've called your number Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine Jenny Jenny who can I turn to (Eight six seven five three oh nine) For the price of a dime I can always turn to you (Eight six seven five three oh nine) Eight six seven five three oh nine Eight six seven five three oh nine five three oh nine... You tell me that nothing matters, You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better, You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her, You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference, Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done?

danked Dankarella!	posted on 12-13-2001 @ 11:11 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Operator Operator, can you help me, help me if you please. Give me the right area code and the number that I need. My rider left upon the Midnight Flyer, Singin' like a summer breeze. I think she's somewhere down South, down about Baton Rouge, But I just can't remember no number, a number I can use. Directory don't have it, central done forgot it, I've gotta find a number to use. Trying to check out her number, trying to run down her line. Operator said that's priv'ledged information, And it ain't no business of mine. It's floodin' down in Texas, poles are out in Utah, Gotta find a private line. She could be hangin' 'round the steel mill, Working in a house of blue lights. Riding a getaway bus out of Portland, talking to the night. I don't know where she's going, I don't care where she's been, Long as she's doin' it right. Long as she's doin' it right. ALL YUOR WEED ARE BELONG TO US!!11

Kim	posted on 12-15-2001 @ 9:05 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Buzzcocks Operator's Manual Operator's manual Tells me what to do When emotions blow a fuse Indicating blue Operator's manual Tells me what to find And how to make adjustments when You tamper with my mind Oh operator's manual I'd just fall apart without you If only I had a mechanic Then somehow I know I'd pull through Operator's manual On page sixty-three Tells me what to do when you Do these things to me Oh operator's manual I'd just fall apart without you If only I had a mechanic Then somehow I know I'd pull through Operator's manual Tells me what to do When emotions blow a fuse And I'm feeling blue Operator's manual On page sixty-three Tells me what to do when you Do these things to me Oh operator's manual I'd just fall apart without you If only I had a mechanic Then somehow I know I'd pull through God Bless America!

HydratedPeach So... how did you get your spiffy new status? Age-Challenged Sexual Tension Relief Worker	posted on 12-15-2001 @ 8:50 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01	Ah...ah...ah... Mr. Telephone Man Thereâ€™s something wrong with my line When I dial my babyâ€™s number I get a click every time Mr. Telephone Man Thereâ€™s something wrong with my line When I dial my babyâ€™s number I get a click every time When I dialed 611 repair service She said, â€œHello, may I help you please?â€ I told her somethinâ€™ must be wrong with my phone â€˜Cause my baby wouldnâ€™t hang up on me Mr. Telephone Man Thereâ€™s something wrong with my line When I dial my babyâ€™s number I get a click every time Mr. Telephone Man Thereâ€™s something wrong with my line When I dial my babyâ€™s number I get a click every time She let the phone ring twenty times before she answered Let me tell you what happened then A minute later I got the operator Saying, â€œPlease hang up and place your call againâ€ baby Mr. Telephone Man Thereâ€™s something wrong with my line When I dial my babyâ€™s number I get a click every time Mr. Telephone Man Somethinâ€™s wrong with my line I try to dial her number But I get a click every time Some strange man is on the telephone [The telephone] He keeps tellinâ€™ me my baby ainâ€™t home [That sheâ€™s not home] She ainâ€™t got no party line This situationâ€™s blowinâ€™ my mind Oh, I just canâ€™t take this anymore Please operator, see what you can do I dialed the right number, but I still couldnâ€™t get though Would you just check the line just one more time if you can Iâ€™m pretty sure my phone wouldnâ€™t be answered by no man Mr. Telephone Man Thereâ€™s something wrong with my line When I dial my babyâ€™s number I get a click every time Mr. Telephone Man Somethingâ€™s wrong with my line I try to dial her number But I get a click every time Must be a bad connection I give her my love and affection (Oh, sugar) I just canâ€™t take this no more This situationâ€™s blowinâ€™ my mind Canâ€™t get my baby on the line [On the line], ooh I try dialing information [Mr. Telephone man] I canâ€™t get no cooperation [Mr. Telephone man] The system on the phone telling me my baby ainâ€™t at home Ah, baby, I-I just canâ€™t take it anymore Help me out Please Mr. Telephone Man Help me out Please Mr. Telephone Man Sig Pic Approved By IrishAlkey

SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 12-16-2001 @ 1:44 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Telephone Song Woke up this morning I was all alone saw your picture by the telephone, I was missing you oh so bad Wish I had you here to hold all I've got is this touch-tone phone, so I guess I'll give you a call Operator help me please get thru to my baby way overseas, time's a wastin' oh so fast Hello baby tell me is that you I don't know what we're gonna do, but for now I'm glad I got you on the line Well it feels so fine knowing you're all right, but you're miles away Lord it's not the same Well I woke up this morning I was all alone saw your picture by the telephone, I've been missing you baby oh so bad I love you baby with all my might come on home and squeeze me tight, long distance lovin's gonna drive me out of my mind AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?

The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard	posted on 12-16-2001 @ 7:15 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	quote: sLASH posted on 12-16-2001 @ 1:44 AM What the fuck? I could've sworn I saw you in the corner at that exact time. Ya gotta a laptop under that top hat? You tell me that nothing matters, You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better, You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her, You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference, Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done?

SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 12-16-2001 @ 1:05 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	quote: sLASH posted I wouldn't talk about knowing how to kill a joke. quote: What the fuck? I could've sworn I saw you in the corner at that exact time. Ya gotta a laptop under that top hat? It's called a cell phone with web access ;) So Far Away Here I am again in this mean old town And you're so far away from me And where are you when the sun goes down You're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me I'm tired of being in love and being all alone When you're so far away from me I'm tired of making out on the telephone And you're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me I get so tired when I have to explain When you're so far away from me See you're been in the sun and I've been in the rain So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think? This message was edited by SLASH on 12-16-01 @ 1:20 PM

The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard	posted on 12-16-2001 @ 2:32 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	quote: I wouldn't talk about knowing how to kill a joke. Please, I don't even come close to your joke-killing standards. ;) You tell me that nothing matters, You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better, You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her, You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference, Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done?

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